angel of death brought from the ruins
to take away the pain from your wrong doins
the regret in which he feels for killings what he does
the feeling is what he lost and the loss of what he was
angel of death came to take away your pain
even though in doing so he causes so much vain
to those who surround the one with all the hurt
this job afterall is his one and only desert
for killings what he does and pain is what he feels
the hurt inside his soul is one that refuses to heal
angel of death come to take me home
take me to a place that reminds me of rome
Angel of death... set out to be free
come to think of it... shes me!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very deep. love the way it flows. keep it up